April, 1912 the Titanic sank in mid-ocean. My father was a passenger on this ship and passed on to the next world. a fortnight after the disaster I saw my father's face, and heard his voice just as distinctly as I heard it when he bade me good-bye befo.

First published in 2000. This is Volume III of fourteen of a series on India- its language and literature. Collated in 1894, this is selection of ancient Indian poetry that has been translated into English. They have been chosen for their representation of the genre - the freshness and simplicity of the Vedic Hymns, the sublime and lofty thought of the Upanishads, the unsurpassed beauty of Buddhist precepts, and the incomparable richness and imagery of the later or classical Sanscrit poetry.